Just Some Random Thoughts - Tumblr Posts
This shot blows me away. Gabriel trying to connect to Adrien for selfish reasons, Nathalie still bound by her assisting device, Adrien looking worried at the head of the table, unaware of everything happening around him all while a picture of Emilie, stark white against the dark cabinet, stares at them.
Emilie's photo is like a constant reminder of a curse they can't escape. She is quite literally hanging over them because Gabriel can't move on which brings down everyone around him.
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But how can Gabriel stop? She's staring right at him and he won't turn away.
So...as a Dany stan, my home is not in Dany's hope symbolism...
It's in the way George explores her fierceness, the thing inside of her that makes her be the one to wake the dragons. Why HER? I’d wager, it’s because she is not afraid. She wants to take the Iron Throne for her ancestors the conquerors. For her dead brother Rhaegar. For her son. When Viserys, her king, struggles toward the end, Dany asks Jorah, “What if it were someone else?” She is intuitively trying to figure out how to hatch the dragons. And Rhaego is reaching out to the black stone egg. And she dreams and dreams of dragons hatching and burning and draws strength from their cleansing fire. In fact, she IS the dragon. She’s looking for a way to hatch the others. She’s looking for a weapon. But everything falls apart too quickly, so she can’t claim one fast enough. She has nothing going for her. But she still goes on. Indeed, she is someone who might do anything. (Per George.)
I’ll finish with this: It always leads me to wonder if Dany subconsciously CONSIDERED the blood in the corpses of her husband and son when she had Mirri join them. Rhaego, Drogo, their souls were gone. But…Dany knew that SHE was the dragon and had learned the procedure to wake the others. (Thanks, Mirri.)
So into the pyre she went.
And out she came with three, live dragons.
Some moments I thought of as light hearted and slice of life, away from the upcoming angsty events in my Teen Wolf au fanfic...
Isaac: You know...I've been thinking lately...
*Seraph side-eyes him while holding a violin*
Isaac: What if the Nemeton is just a façade for an almighty supernatural God that's just watching us? What if we are the trial runs of said God who wants to see how werewolves, kitsunes, banshees, and the rest can live?
Seraph: Isaac-
Isaac: Maybe the Nemeton is the God. Maybe all the supernaturals were created by the Nemeton-
Seraph: For the sake of both of our sanities, I'm going to have to ask you to stop. Don't develop anymore nescient theories
Some more lighthearted moments and a scenario I thought of:
Stiles: What is with your use of metaphors and similes? Who died and named you Aristotle?
Seraph: Who died and named you king of dry wit? You'd be more attractive if you knew how to utilize your mouth better
Scott: Why? Just why are you like this?
Seraph: I am akin to a labyrinth, a captivating enigma of complexities in the veil of ambiguity
Isaac: Are you still upset over the fact of your 4th grade valentine that broke your heart?
*For the first time since 4th grade, Seraph's finesse collapsed once more by none other than Isaac Lahey*
Isaac: Your house reminds me of the abandoned Belton House
Seraph: Yes, my great-grandparents were intricate in designing a family estate based off of that
Isaac: *staring at him with concern* Are you and your family running some sort of cult?
Seraph: *Baffled* What!? No what-
Isaac: For a mansion this big, I would be unnerved if you are singing Kumbaya while committing sacrifice rituals
Seraph: For the love of God we don't do that
Isaac: Then why the fuck is there a painting of Hades in your room!?
Seraph: It's art you imbecile!
Isaac: Raph we can't be friends anymore if you are in a cult
Seraph: Sometimes I wonder how are we even friends
For some odd reason, I find this crack post funny and partially canon in my fanfic
Isaac: Your house reminds me of the abandoned Belton House
Seraph: Yes, my great-grandparents were intricate in designing a family estate based off of that
Isaac: *staring at him with concern* Are you and your family running some sort of cult?
Seraph: *Baffled* What!? No what-
Isaac: For a mansion this big, I would be unnerved if you are singing Kumbaya while committing sacrifice rituals
Seraph: For the love of God we don't do that
Isaac: Then why the fuck is there a painting of Hades in your room!?
Seraph: It's art you imbecile!
Isaac: Raph we can't be friends anymore if you are in a cult
Seraph: Sometimes I wonder how are we even friends
I should really make a damn ‘master-list’ for all my blogs and WIP blogs soon lol- I have so many and it prob be easier but I’m lazy rn lol
it’s inevitable: i’m going to leave you. i’m going to leave you for a while after we have this conversation. i’m going to leave you when i’m offline. one day i’ll leave you for the last time, or you’ll leave me, or we’ll drift apart; and even if by some extraordinary chance we stay friends all our lives, one day one of us will pass on and leave the other behind
leaving is inevitable in relationships, but if that’s all they were no one would bother. love is what happens despite leaving. choosing to love others is an act of faith that you will find love within you after they leave, that you will be ok with or without them. even when we’re not conscious of the love we find (or lose) ourselves in, i wouldn’t be surprised if our subconscious is trying to create this faith within us through those experiences
we form relationships w people not because our love is sourced from them, but to relate, to experience differences, and to journey with the other person through those differences to find some value there between the oases of common ground
bravery comes from the heart, from believing there is safety there before, during, and after a risk; it’s knowing that the love we cultivate never leaves
Stuff I remember thinking about when I was little
So has anyone ever wondered why we call words what we call them? Like, why do we call our hair hair, who came up with the word hair and decided to call the stuff on our head that? Why didn’t they call it swoogerwoofer or some weird thing like that? For another thing, why do we call words words? Like, what if we called words appendix or something?
“I can’t come to school tomorrow because I’m getting my word removed”
“What’s the appendix for *insert vague explanation for something here*”
No, just me? Ok I’ll just show myself out...